The Shaolin and Wu-Tang are unstoppable

(“Your technique is magnificent . . .When cut across the neck, a sound like wailing winter winds is heard, they say. I’d always hoped to cut someone like that someday, to hear that sound. But to have it happen to my own neck is ridiculous.” –)

“Energy is felt once the cards are dealt/ With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts/ That attack the mic-phones like cyclones or typhoons/ I represent from midnight to high noon” – The GZA, “Liquid Swords”

Any kid who grew up in a major city in the ‘70s and ‘80s probably remembers their version of the kind of rundown joints that played kung fu movies nonstop. In Chicago, where I grew up, you could gorge on them all day at the, ugh, Oriental Theater, obviously named long before political correctness was a glimmer of an idea.